I hope it is an honorable death
Laura Bonazzoli
Laura Bonazzoli
I hope it is an honorable death.
(To David Buckel, civil rights attorney, environmental advocate, and manager of the Red Hook Community Farm compost site. At dawn on April 14, 2018, in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, he ended his life by self-immolation to call attention to pollution and global warming.)
My neighbors are tidying their garden for spring.
Their fire pit holds the residue of autumn—
spikes of what I guess must have been blue vervain,
tall ironweed fractured at its nodes,
and moldy Helianthus heads resting
on a kindling crib of birch twigs and branches
felled in last month’s storm.
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The flames burn the crumpled newspaper to ash.
I watch—a little mesmerized—as they ring the twigs and rise
and carry to the sky what by now is last week’s story—
how you set yourself on fire,
admitting this was nothing new,
your early death by fossil fuel,
just another morning’s heap of unrequited love.
My throat burns with smoke.
I find myself imagining how it might have happened—
like all those other happenings I keep alive but can’t accept—
how you rose in darkness, made your way, sent your final messages,
then soaked yourself with gasoline and struck the match.
Perhaps the distant trees swayed
against the morning light.
I’ve read the rest:
how a human limb burns like a tree branch,
the skin, like bark, peeling away, exposing
the flesh that fuels the flames and how—
as someone jogging past recounted for the press—
above the circle of charred grass
your arms were reaching skyward.
My eyes sting. My fingers itch with heat.
Tell me, man of honor, how to justify my life.
“I hope it is an honorable death” was a finalist in the 2018 Maine Postmark Poetry Contest, and was published in December in Balancing Act 2: An Anthology of Poems by Fifty Maine Women, available from Littoral Books, Portland, and in local bookstores. Laura Bonazzoli is a freelance writer and editor living in Rockport. Her poetry and short stories have been published in Connecticut River Review, Evening Street Review (forthcoming), Free Inquiry, SLANT, Viking Review, and many other publications.
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